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Topic: The Red Helm

I'm new here. Taking the liberty of starting a game. Hope that's okay.

Setting: It is 39 ABY, nine years after the Vong War. Boba Fett is MandÃ¢Â€Â™alor.

Story: Nora Roan (a Mando female) has been appointed the task, by the MandÃ¢Â€Â™alor no less, to locate and retrieve an object which is said to be of great value to the Mandalorian people. The item in question is a helmet once belonging to a Red Null ARC clone. The helmet is said to contain data that will ultimately benefit the Mando people. Although Fett did not see fit to reveal the nature of the data, Nora does not doubt his claim and is ready and willing to follow the orders of the MandÃ¢Â€Â™alor without question. She intends to take along her adopted daughter Evaar, as well as her cousin Saviin. As the story opens, Nora awaits Saviin and EvaarÃ¢Â€Â˜s arrival at a cantina in Keldabe, the capital city of Mandalore. Here, they will discuss plans for the venture.

***** Of course these ladies will take all the help they can get, so come on and join in the mission! Oya Manda! *****

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RULES:

1. Ok, general common sense rules apply here. No flaming, no insults to other players, be respectful, do not kill other peopleÃ¢Â€Â™s characters, follow the standard RPG rules, you know the drill...

***Edit - Please do not make other people's characters speak or do things without first getting the player's approval. You cannot always assume what someone is going to do in a situation. This includes actions, conversation, and the like. It is extremely frustrating to have someone move your character or make them say things that you did not intend. This rule falls under the standard RPG rules generally recognized within all true RPGs***

2. Absolutely NO god-modding. This means that characters that are unbeatable, fail-proof, all powerful, etc., will not be tolerated. Its no fun to play a game where one person is always the winner of each situation or is always in control of the story.

3. For this RPG, IÃ¢Â€Â™d rather not have anyone play Fett. (Sorry.) IÃ¢Â€Â™ll allude to him, as my character Nora has obviously spoken to him. And I MIGHT have her do a few brief communications with him. But if I do (and I may not) those communications will be short, to the point, and only as needed to make the story flow smoothly.

ThatÃ¢Â€Â™s it for rules. Short and sweet. IÃ¢Â€Â™m not picky. This is just a game, itÃ¢Â€Â™s supposed to be fun.

Background: Raised as a typical Mando child on the outskirts of Keldabe, Nora was taught battle and combat skills by both her father and mother. She accompanied her father into battle on many occasions and by age 13 was an accomplished warrior. Widowed twice and having lost both young sons in battle, Nora has only her father left in her immediate family. She is cousin to Saviin, although the two share a more sisterly relationship. Nora takes on mercenary work to make a living her herself and her aging father, who remains at home due to battle injuries from which he never fully recovered. Nora has adopted Evaar as a daughter...as there are no orphans among the Mandos. Evaar is the child of a deceased friend.

Background: Saviin was raised on a farm and battle trained in typical Mando fashion. One of three children, she constantly strived to keep up with her two older brothers, unfortunately both of whom are now deceased. Being raised with two male siblings made quite a tomboy out of Saviin, and despite her striking appearance, she is nothing to be toyed with. She fancies weapons and has amassed quite a collection over the years, which she enjoys showing off to the curious. Saviin was widowed before the birth of her first child. The baby, a girl, was born sickly and died shortly after. Saviin has yet to remarry. She and Nora are cousins and often work together. Saviin also has a pet Strill named "Edee" (Fang), which she takes everywhere with her, much to Nora's dismay...

Background: At the age of 12, Evaar was orphaned when her father was killed in battle. Her mother was missing in action years prior and is presumed dead. Nora, a good friend of her late father, adopted Evaar into the Roan clan and has cared for her as a daughter for five years. Evaar is young at heart and has a charming child-like quality about her. However, she is as skilled a fighter as any Mando her age, which sometimes comes as a surprise to those who think she is more on the delicate side. Evaar is 17, and has not yet married, although most Mandos marry at age 16.

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Name: Territ Grahrk Age : 35 Species: Devorain Home/Planet: Mandalore Physical Description: Red shiny skin and horns are kept in best condition Armor: (( http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs12/i/2006/2 … ka_Gam.png )) But with no helm Wepon: Shotgun Ship: The Inferno Background: Territ is the grand-son to Villimar Grahrk the smuggler, Territ never knew his grandfather or any other family. Territ's father left Territ in Keldabe as a child and never came back for the Inferno. Territ was raised as a Mandalorian. Territ has made the Inferno good as new and the NT droid is still annoying as ever.

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Nora Roan sat in a corner booth at the Lararyc Strill (Drunken Strill) tavern, a popular watering hole in MandalorÃ¢Â€Â™s capital city of Keldabe. She stirred her herbal tea drink with a spoon, letting the bag steep in the hot water. The dark haired huntress knew her cousin would be on time, Saviin was always reliable. Evaar on the other hand would be characteristically late.

Almost on cue, a roar of welcome announced SaviinÃ¢Â€Â™s arrival at the tavern. The tall lavender haired woman was well known among the patrons, as was her pet Strill, Edee. Mugs were raised in greeting as she weaved her way through the tables towards NoraÃ¢Â€Â™s quiet booth, Edee clambering along at her heels.

Ã¢Â€ÂœYou had to bring the animal...Ã¢Â€Â Nora said flatly, fishing the tea bag out of her mug and squeezing the water from it.

Ã¢Â€ÂœAww, cÃ¢Â€Â™mon NorÃ¢Â€Â™ika, he likes you!Ã¢Â€Â Saviin said with a smirk. The Strill flopped over on itÃ¢Â€Â™s side wiggling itÃ¢Â€Â™s six legs, begging to have itÃ¢Â€Â™s belly rubbed. Ã¢Â€ÂœSee,Ã¢Â€Â Saviin pointed.

Nora made a snorting sound, but obliged by extending her leg and giving the creature a brief rub with her boot. Edee groaned happily and rolled on the flooring. The huntress turned her attention back to her tea. Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™m surprised they let you bring him in here...Ã¢Â€Â she commented.

SaviinÃ¢Â€Â™s brows raised, Ã¢Â€ÂœWhy not? HeÃ¢Â€Â™s a Strill, and this IS the Lararyc Strill Tavern, is it not?Ã¢Â€Â

Ã¢Â€ÂœJust donÃ¢Â€Â™t get him drunk this time...Ã¢Â€Â

Saviin slid into the booth across from Nora, Ã¢Â€ÂœSo what is it this time?Ã¢Â€Â she asked, pulling a vibro-blade from her waist, Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat excitement awaits us dear cousin?Ã¢Â€Â The lavender eyed woman began idly picking her nails with the tip of the blade.

Ã¢Â€ÂœWait until Evaar gets here...Ã¢Â€Â Nora replied, glancing at the chrono on the wall with displeasure.

Saviin noted NoraÃ¢Â€Â™s expression, Ã¢Â€ÂœDonÃ¢Â€Â™t be too hard on her, you were once that age...Ã¢Â€Â

NoraÃ¢Â€Â™s eyes narrowed slightly, Ã¢Â€ÂœWhen I was her age I was already married with a newborn son...Ã¢Â€Â

Saviin shrugged, Ã¢Â€ÂœWell times are changing...girls are waiting longer and longer to tie the knot...Ã¢Â€Â

Ã¢Â€ÂœTime is not generous to Mandos... If she waits too long all the young men will either be married already or dead...Ã¢Â€Â

Saviin returned her knife to its sheath and made a face at Nora, Ã¢Â€ÂœWhatÃ¢Â€Â™s gotten into you? EvaarÃ¢Â€Â™s a fine girl, sheÃ¢Â€Â™ll do alright....Ã¢Â€Â

Ã¢Â€ÂœI just worry thatÃ¢Â€Â™s all...Ã¢Â€Â

The tavern doors opened and a young girl came rushing in at a trot. Ã¢Â€ÂœSorry! Sorry! Sorry!Ã¢Â€Â she was saying as she approached the booth, Ã¢Â€ÂœI know IÃ¢Â€Â™m late....but I was talking to a young man about his speeder bike, and then he wanted to take me for a ride....Ã¢Â€Â

Nora arched a high brow, Ã¢Â€ÂœDid you go?Ã¢Â€Â

Evaar shrunk a bit, Ã¢Â€ÂœY-yeah....Ã¢Â€Â

One corner of the huntressÃ¢Â€Â™ mouth turned into a smile, Ã¢Â€ÂœGood...Ã¢Â€Â

Saviin gave the young girl a playful nudge, Ã¢Â€ÂœWas he cute?Ã¢Â€Â she teased...

Nora swirled her tea with a smirk, Ã¢Â€ÂœAlright ladies...weÃ¢Â€Â™re here for a reason,Ã¢Â€Â she reminded them, but her tone was gentle. Ã¢Â€ÂœLets get down to business...Ã¢Â€Â

Nora reached into her vest and pulled out a datadisc, Ã¢Â€ÂœIÃ¢Â€Â™ve been appointed to retrieve an artifact...Ã¢Â€Â she began, inserting the disc into her data pad. An blue holo image flickered to life, rotating over the screen of the pad. Ã¢Â€ÂœThis is what we are after...Ã¢Â€Â she announced.

Ã¢Â€ÂœAn old helmet?Ã¢Â€Â Evaar asked with a crinkle of her nose.

Ã¢Â€ÂœThis is no usual helm.....Ã¢Â€Â the dark haired huntress continued, Ã¢Â€ÂœIt once belonged to a Null ARC. It contains data that the MandÃ¢Â€Â™alor requires.Ã¢Â€Â

Saviin put her elbows on the table, leaning in closer. Ã¢Â€ÂœDonÃ¢Â€Â™t tell me the old man himself is sending us?Ã¢Â€Â

Ã¢Â€ÂœHeÃ¢Â€Â™s not,Ã¢Â€Â Nora replied, Ã¢Â€ÂœHeÃ¢Â€Â™s sending me....and IÃ¢Â€Â™m taking you two along for the ride.Ã¢Â€Â

EvaarÃ¢Â€Â™s green eyes were wide with fascination. Ã¢Â€ÂœYou spoke to the MandÃ¢Â€Â™alor?Ã¢Â€Â she asked in an awed whisper.

Ã¢Â€ÂœMore like he spoke to me....I mostly listened and did a lot of agreeing.Ã¢Â€Â

Ã¢Â€ÂœGreat, so we find this buyÃ¢Â€Â™ce, nick it from whoever has it, and then peddle back here as fast as we can....Ã¢Â€Â Saviin summed up, Ã¢Â€ÂœBack before dinner, eh?Ã¢Â€Â

Ã¢Â€ÂœHardly...Ã¢Â€Â Nora corrected, Ã¢Â€ÂœThe helmet is kept in a vault at a high security depository on some obscure planet...Ã¢Â€Â She took a sip of tea from her mug, Ã¢Â€ÂœI donÃ¢Â€Â™t theyÃ¢Â€Â™ll let us in if we ask nicely...Ã¢Â€Â

Evaar still sat with a stunned expression on her face. Ã¢Â€ÂœDid you talk to him today?Ã¢Â€Â she asked, still hanging on the fact that Nora had talked with Fett.

Nora made an exasperated sound, Ã¢Â€ÂœYes....this morning.Ã¢Â€Â

Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat did he sound like?Ã¢Â€Â the young girl begged to know.

Ã¢Â€ÂœHe sounded like a busy man giving instructions for a mission.Ã¢Â€Â Nora said sternly, Ã¢Â€ÂœWe didnÃ¢Â€Â™t discuss the weather, if thatÃ¢Â€Â™s what your meaning...Ã¢Â€Â

Evaar slumped back into her seat with a frown. Edee rose up and put his head on the girlÃ¢Â€Â™s lap, as though sharing her disappointment.

(OOC: I know its kinda long winded, but I wanted a set good beginning scene )

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Territ walked into the Lararyc Strill, he wasnt in his armor hed just come in after giving the Inferno a repair job. Territ looked at the three ladies in the corner and gave a slight smile before sitting down at the bar. "Jawa Juice" Territ said. The Bar keep nodded and set down a cup of Jawa Juice for Territ, Territ listened keenly to all that was going on in the tavern behind him, his ears picked out the women talking about the helm. Territ listened for a while before thinking it was just rubbish. A floating droid started knocking it self against the door of the Tavern, the bar keep was about to go open the door.

"Ill get it, probaly NT anyway" Territ said while getting up and walking to the door and openeing it. A round basketball sized droid floated in.

"There you are Territ I knew Id find you he-" Nt was cut off by Territ pushing her back out the door.

"Go mind te Inferno I don wan it breakin down agian wit tose droids mindin it." Territ told NT who just floated away. Territ looked back onto the tavern some people were staring at him but he shrugged it off and went back to his drink.

Bio:Growing up on ganster ruled Gargon, Esperanza was raised by the street. She never alied herself with one gang until a group of Mandalorians found her trying to "cut their purses". They took her in after being impressed by her courage; growing up surrounded by men has molded her into an uncomplicated, straight-forward tomboy. Her Westar-M5 may be a left over from the Clone Wars, but it's rarely seen out of her possession. She answers to nothing but "Big Z", though, how she got that nickname is still a mystery.

Bio: Kyr'am was born to a family of doctors on Kedalbe and was trained in that profession until the Yuuzhan Vong war struck. During the war, he served with the Mandalorian Protectors in the defense of the Mandalore Sector. Following the war, he purchased an old ARC-170 and began bounty hunting. Along the way, he made picked up a crew for his ship: a reprogrammed B2 Super Battle Droid Kyr'am named "Canderous" and a mysterious Chiss woman.

Name: "Canderous"Species: B2 Super battle droidAppearance: tan and green camoflagePersonality: He's a tad sarcastic.Serves as 170 tail gunner and occaisional back up for those tricky jobs.

Name:Unkown(Kyr'am only refers to her as Tracyn)Species:ChissAge:UnknownAppearance: 5'7", slender, short black hair, glowing red eyes, blue skinBio: Little is known of her, except she has occasionally been seen accompanying Kyr'am on several occasions. During bounty hunting missions, she prefers to stay on the ship, providing air support or extraction as needed.

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Kyr'am walked into the Lararyc Strill, followed closely by a Chiss woman, her red eyes blazing in the low light. Kyr'am took off his helmet and surveyed the settings before heading over to the bar and ordering himself a drink. The Chiss sat down beside him and wrinkled her nose. "Ugh! What is that stench?" she spat. Kyr'am glanced around and finally settled on the strill with it's head on one of the girls' lap. "It's probably that strill over there, their not exactly know for being clean. I'm actually surprised they let the thing in here." "Isn't that the name of this place?" Kyr'am gave a half-smile and took another pull of his drink before answering. "The Drunken Strill, yeah. I've also been to a 'Dirty Dianoga' too, and I didn't think it'd be appropriate to keep those in the establishment either. " "Then why keep them around?" "They're hunters. The question is, what are they hunting?"

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Big Z looked up at the sign outside the cantina, Lararyc Strill, The Drunken Strill. A small smile touched her lips. She crossed into the room after a moment of being temporarily blinded by the change of light, and sat down alone at a the bar. Her simple helmet at her booted feet and ordered a shot of Fire Water. Big Z looked around the cantina; smoky, not quite grungy but on-the-wrong-side-of-the-tracks looking, the smell of ale tingled in her nose. Like being back on Gargon, she thought, sipping on her shot. There was a Chiss--probably the most nocticable being besides the Devorain--a group of three females with a strill, the man sitting with the Chiss, and the group of regulars sitting downwind of her at the bar. Big Z knew she wasn't cultured enough to approach the women, and the man and Chiss-woman were together, so that left the Devorain. Picking up her shot, and letting her helmet hang by a pinky, sat across from the stereotyped Devorain. "I'm looking for a job; you got somethin' to offer?"

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Territ looked at Z, then took a large drink from his beer. "A job? Could always use a Co-Pilot of me ship. It not new one, 'ell it came from before Clone Wars. But I fix it good. Co-Pilot hokay wit you?" Territ asked. Territ leaned back in his chair.

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Big z laughed and put her Westar-M5 on the table, "Some things are better not forgotten." She cocked her side, "I'm willing to fly for a place to stay; I don't care about 'creds. Just food, drink, and a mattress. When do I start?"

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Territ laughed. "Tat all?" Territ drained the rest of his beer."You can start anytime ju want" Territ looked down at her Westar. "Ah what a blaster. Bet you can make 6 inch hole wit it." Territ burst out laughter.

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Big Z chuckled, "You have no idea." She downed the rest of her Fire Water and said, "Let me get my stuff; won't take five minutes. Where should I meet you at?" Territ rolled a docking bay off his tongue and Big Z thanked him and went out to gather her miniscule belongings.

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((Good to see you back Atinvod, youve been gone or just not posting))Territ sat up and walked out the cantina and made his way to the docking bay. The walk wasnt that long, it was just around the corner. Territ turned the corner and went into the docking bay. "NT! Hows The Inferno lookin?" Territ asked NT. NT floated down to Territ

"Its tip top right now, those droids you bought changed the engine but they changed it back, where did you get them?" Nt asked.

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((Thanks? Don't think anybody here has been happy to see me. Glad to see you're back as well. I was just doing laundry when Stephen decided to be all dorky and email me.))

Big Z stopped by her run down apartment and climbed through the boarded up window. Grabbing her satchel, she kicked away a rat, and began heading out for the docking bay. ______She walked up to the odd pair and smiled, "I'm Esperanza for the records; but, call me Big Z. Where do you need me first? I'm good with mechanics. Not great, but passable."

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Edee made a low whining sound and raised his head from EvaarÃ¢Â€Â™s lap. Ã¢Â€ÂœWhat is it boy?Ã¢Â€Â the young girl asked. Her green eyes followed the StrillÃ¢Â€Â™s gaze to the bar where a man and a Chiss woman were staring back.

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Kyr'am noticed that the young girl and the Chiss had locked eyes and the alien woman seemed to have the young Mando hypnotized. He chuckled to himself, leaned over and whispered to the Chiss, "Don't be rude and just stare, say hello." The Chiss gave a cool smile and said across the tavern, "Duraani, vodi'ka?"

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isn't it possible that a rumor spread or something. About some mission, then Brassk investigated a little more and then found out it was Nora Roan and then he checked all the pubs and the Taverns until he found her? I mean, some spy could've listened a little and then had to flee.

there are no star systems slave 1 can't reach, and there's no planet I can't find. There's nowhere in the galaxy for you to run. Might as well give up now. -Boba Fett

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Name: Anbu DresHomeworld: Eton-FiveSpecies: SiannicAge: 100+Occuption: Mechanic/Forcer hunterWeapon: Sound amplifer gauntletSecondary: Nagamaki (katana with handle as long as the blade)Background: relocated to Mandalore after a short run in with Black Sun. Not on their bad side mind you. Spent twenty years working on star ships. Splitting time doing odd jobs.

Anbu lifted his head silently, listening in on the conversation. He'd been working on the ole' power converters and wasn't so excellent at minding his own business as slow as things had gotten. Losing his attention for a second he moved too far to the right. Sparks went everywhing, singed his fur a little. He flew back, spredding his wings to catch himself. "Who's there?""Just your burnt electrician. Scraping himself off the floor.""Could someone explain how we missed him? He's like seven feet tall!"Dres lifted his pass up off his neck. Getting back on his feet. Patting the dirt off. Stretching a little. "If you need a good mechanic...or anything for that matter, I'll work for less. Just a meal is all. But I can just as easily forget about it."